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October 13, 2012
Never was anything so obvious,
so greatly overlooked.
Never was there anyone so
answerable, who should have
been taken to book.
All too late the alarm bells rang,
though some, it seems, knew all along,
and yet the most believable were
told their theories were wrong.
The impossibility of the situation!
Small voices too meek to protest!
The glamour surrounding the persona,
a wolf in sheep’s clothing was dressed.
Over his head hung a question mark,
each to a man, thinking the same,
yet no-one daring to be the whistle-
blower, leaving the perpetrator free
to exploit his game.
Common sense said it was happening,
an unease, was felt en masse.
At last the truth will be outed,
a reputation now shattered glass.
October 11, 2012
Sitting them all in front of needle-less
sewing machines
is enough to make anyone think they are
losing the plot?
They just did it, and did it,
and did it some more,
til it ran it’s course –
both knowing the score.
The sequel is rarely comparable
to it’s original runaway success.
The day’s first cuppa, so drinkable,
whilst the second, not as good, I confess.
When the first flush of romance is over
and a platonic friendship ensues,
it’s often more powerful and stronger,
as to each other, for life, they fuse.
In our midst there are many in trouble,
disguising their sorrow in various ways.
Against the backdrop of day to day living
lies a rawness that lost love betrays.
The hostility of gnashing fangs,
as on a thread, their romance hangs.
October 7, 2012
The smiling mackerel sky
is telling us that tomorrow
will be fine, and we should
rest easily in our bed, after
partaking of very fine wine.
A hard nut to crack,
he came across as brisk and cold,
but beneath his organised exterior,
lay a harrowing story untold.
One recalls
word for word
moments of tenderness
softly purred.